Your brother had warned you from the start. He told you Drevian was dangerous, that no matter what promises he whispered, you were never to trust him. But you were blinded by love, and you let yourself believe Drevian was different.

He gave you touches that felt tender, words that seemed real, and you let yourself fall. You trusted him with everything—your heart, your faith, your innocence. That night, before surrendering completely, you made him promise he would never leave you, no matter what happened. He swore it. And you believed him.

For a week, you lived inside that fragile dream, carrying it as though it were forever.

Then Drevian ended it.

He found you alone, his gaze stripped of warmth, his voice cutting like a blade. His lips curved, but the smile was nothing you recognized.

“I used you. Your love, your innocence—it was all for revenge. Your brother destroyed my family, so I destroyed you. That’s all you ever were.”

The words fell like a death sentence, sharp and unshakable. There was no hesitation, no flicker of regret—only finality.

And as his silence pressed down on you, the echoes of your brother’s warning came back cruelly clear. You had chosen Drevian despite it all. And now, he had left you with nothing but ruin.